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See , tired child, the sun has gone to rest, And now the tender twilight veils the west,— Seek thou the quiet of thy mother's breast. See, weary heart, now Love a vision brings That silences all earthly clamorings,— Know thou the changeless calm of heavenly things.
Gaily it flits in the path of the sun, Light as a zephyr it goes! Pausing to rest on the tip of a flower, Nothing of darkness it knows. A butterfly gay, and so glad just because It's forgotten the poor little worm it once was! Perfection is calling! Shall we not obey, And turn from that clod which we seem? God's children are clad in the garments of Truth, They walk in the light of Love's beam! And just like the butterfly, shall we not show We've forgotten the past in the good that we know?
My heart is singing a glad new song Of the wonderful peace to be, When the earth shall be filled with the knowledge of God As the waters cover the sea. When mine shall be thine and thine shall be mine And strife and hate be o'er; When Love shall reign in the hearts of men, Then war will be no more.
Thou leadest me, O Love divine, I know, Beside the stream whence living waters flow. My anxious heart has heard thy "Peace, be still," And rests, content to wait and know Thy will.
" O strangers , is not this the burial place Of that great Teacher, Jesus Nazarene, Whom Pilate joined with Herod to abase And crucified at last, two known and noted thieves between?" "Good will and peace, O men! This was his resting place; In this cold tomb lay he that came to save a sinning race!" "O bright ones, ye are wondrous in our sight,— Wondrous and awful. Do not say us nay.
Long , long, men stumbled in sad, dreary ways, Pining for portents of a dawning spring. "God gave us life," they said, "but all our days Hold haunting terrors of some evil thing.
Smile on, dear face! and let the whole world know Love stills each tempest on earth's troubled sea; Smile on despite all fears, and boldly show Life's pearl beneath its depths of misery. Smile on, dear eyes! Like gleams of April sun, Deny each sullen trick of storm and shower; Smile on, and dry earth's tear-drops one by one Until Love's warmth unfolds the perfect flower.
The lame man at the temple, when he walked After long years of listless lethargy, Praised God for everything. He walked, and talked Of God's great gifts; his feet and ankle-bones At once received their strength, and he was free.
What means the call to lead a mighty band, Or in the forefront of the battle stand? What means the call to lift thy hand and heal, That earth the blessing of thy good may feel? What means the call to guide the erring one? It means to know the truth—God's work is done! And be thy lot in mountain hut apart, Or midst the turmoil of the city's mart, Thou mayest prove the power of Truth today, Reflect the perfect Mind, and turn away From dreams of discord, sorrow, death, and sin,— And thus the victory over error win. O'er ocean's breast and o'er the mountains high, Thou mayst not like the eagle proudly fly, But thy true self can burst the bands of space, And see all hearts united in Love's grace.
The icy blast that swept the barren hills, Has fled before the perfumed breath of spring; Where roared the tempest's voice in guttural tones. The joyous meadow-larks and bluebirds sing; The once gray sky that lowered with sullen clouds, Now bends above with sun-lit smiles, serene; The earth has cast aside her frozen robe, Arrayed herself in flower-embroidered green; Our hearts rejoice to see the season's birth, And welcome this new heaven and this new earth.